sweetness

The sky was speaking of a calm language

and so the heart breathe steadily

it was warm and friendly

with a pulse beating



I couldn't resist




But when I soak into that quirky space of a convenient store,

labour clinic and a martial arts gym

that space synced without delay



the smell of sweet sweat

souls to be released and reclaimed

stood out




45 degrees punches

and twists of the knees

I am thus reminded that my body speaks a similar language with my being

after so many years

catching up



and those eyes

that willingness to surrender

I wonder what called upon








that  smell of sweet sweat

souls to be released

and reclaimed